Turning on his heel he swung down toward the gate and the two voyageurs now standing and still laughing merrily.
"The Maid of the Whispering Hills"
Vingie E. Roe
And not alone he, for the two voyageurs alike gazed after her, this new-comer from the farther ways of civilisation who dared the brute DesCaut and struck like a man.
"The Maid of the Whispering Hills"
Vingie E. Roe
Here was a little world of itself, a small community of voyageurs, trappers, coureurs du bois, and all those that cast their lot in the wild places.
"The Maid of the Whispering Hills"
Vingie E. Roe